[ Being a hero wasn't just about fighting baddies or staying 'on-call' as much as possible... it was making a name notable. Hana has learned it wasn't like a copyrighted name, a name spanned across cola cans or on marquees of movie theaters (which weren't really good). It was building something that will outlive them, that someone can pick up if something happens. Hana was figuring this out – figuring out that she put the work in as much as Dick had to make up for lost time.
She figured it out later than him, but they both suffer the same fate. Burnout, lonely nights, and weights that nearly suffocate them. This... took a lot for them to agree on. It wasn't a transaction, it was a happenstance of them both allowing themselves to be happy. The kiss was a catalyst, bringing back feelings she regretted losing sight of.
And now, there was a small pocket of time they can be Dick and Hana. The shower isn't going anywhere, but time was against them.
It was foolish to believe she would pick a suit she couldn't undo. Hana was sneaky like that, biting her bottom lip in anticipation as she presented her back to him. It was childish games, but they both benefitted – didn't they? ]
If it was easy mode, we'd be in the shower already!
[ She nearly stands on her tip-toes when he touches her, when that suit begins to peel down her petite frame. He sees the familiar canvas of skin – of a few cute birthmarks here and there, scars she can't even remember getting. It's nothing like his... but he's not alone. Not now.
If he's looking for proof of her own wants, the sigh of relief was the first indication. No wisecracks, no deflecting... Hana sighs at the feeling of his lips but it was the acceptance of what they were doing. His name escapes her lips, a trembled bit of excitement from his efforts. Good job, buddy.
Hana reaches up to help and tug her upper half down – unfortunately hers wasn't a two-piece. It pools downward to her hips – her bare upper body (because plot) an after thought as she bends forward just enough to hook her own thumbs against her suit and start sloooooowwly tugging it down. The aftermath? Her ass hiking back into his front half with a slight roll up, pinning against him but ultimately? She still fails to pull the suit completely off. It hugs halfway over the shape of her backside – and here was Hana, ever the tease. ]
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She figured it out later than him, but they both suffer the same fate. Burnout, lonely nights, and weights that nearly suffocate them. This... took a lot for them to agree on. It wasn't a transaction, it was a happenstance of them both allowing themselves to be happy. The kiss was a catalyst, bringing back feelings she regretted losing sight of.
And now, there was a small pocket of time they can be Dick and Hana. The shower isn't going anywhere, but time was against them.
It was foolish to believe she would pick a suit she couldn't undo. Hana was sneaky like that, biting her bottom lip in anticipation as she presented her back to him. It was childish games, but they both benefitted – didn't they? ]
If it was easy mode, we'd be in the shower already!
[ She nearly stands on her tip-toes when he touches her, when that suit begins to peel down her petite frame. He sees the familiar canvas of skin – of a few cute birthmarks here and there, scars she can't even remember getting. It's nothing like his... but he's not alone. Not now.
If he's looking for proof of her own wants, the sigh of relief was the first indication. No wisecracks, no deflecting... Hana sighs at the feeling of his lips but it was the acceptance of what they were doing. His name escapes her lips, a trembled bit of excitement from his efforts. Good job, buddy.
Hana reaches up to help and tug her upper half down – unfortunately hers wasn't a two-piece. It pools downward to her hips – her bare upper body (because plot) an after thought as she bends forward just enough to hook her own thumbs against her suit and start sloooooowwly tugging it down. The aftermath? Her ass hiking back into his front half with a slight roll up, pinning against him but ultimately? She still fails to pull the suit completely off. It hugs halfway over the shape of her backside – and here was Hana, ever the tease. ]
Not done helping... I hope.